[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] Wrong pencil, scissor sharpened Hearkened to the less loud of the larks If it's coming out the box most wing it This is not your first time, tear it apart I'll rise like the sun in the east unless I'm cornered by the paper The benighted firmament chews up skyscrapers through infanticide The venus fly trap jail cell won't spit you out from the inside When I orate, I let you know how sloppy I feel Like when I popped those body high pills Fiscal downfall Drunk kids they fall down I stand an*logous with the incorporeal Digested fowl Way too early to be coming with that brown chicken brown cow Forreal, it's coming forreal